Jumpin' Jack Flash

I was born in a crossfire hurricane

And I howled at my ma in the driving rain

And it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!

And it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash

It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag

I was schooled with a strap right across my back

But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!

But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash

It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead

I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled

I frowned...